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New years, old fears

Sun’s voice makes you perk up whether you want to or not. That was coming from your headphones. That wasn’t just your imagination.

How the hell are they…?

Oh right. The whole Bluetooth thing. You’re not sure how that whole thing actually works.

…Wait.

No.

No no no no no.

That must mean—

“Can you hear me, Sunshine?”

They noticed.

Trauma comfort fic woo

Bit of a heavy one since this is me dealing with my own trauma surrounding new years, it’s very specific to me but I’m posting it in case anyone else who is shit-scared of fireworks finds it comforting

Sun/Moon x Reader

Read tags for warnings

Word count: 4,304

I made comfort art too yay

It got CRUNCHED and with the light all I can thing about is symphony and caramelldansen

Okay bye bye I’m not gonna be very reachable for the rest of the day

Laura Hale Appreciation Week, day 7: Dealer’s Choice

In the Wrong Place (trying to make it right) || Laura Hale & Derek Hale || 2.5k || One-shot

Warnings: canonical character death, canonical statutory rape, grief and loss, mourning.

She’d asked once why he’d left and Talia had just given her a small smile and said that not everyone was suited for a life like theirs. At the time, Laura had thought she’d meant the loud, warm, loving family, and it had made no sense.

Now, eighteen, freshly orphaned and suddenly the guardian of a speechless, angry 16-year-old boy, Laura knew exactly what part of ‘a life like theirs’ her father hadn’t been suited for. It was the stress, anxiety, the fear that came with being a werewolf. It was the aspect of their lives that Talia had done her very best to protect them from. It was the part that, up until the so-called peace-summit, and the death of Derek’s girlfriend, Laura and the other children had been largely sheltered from.

Or, the one where, after the fire, Laura takes Derek to the last family member they have left: their father.

Read it on AO3!!

#LHAW20 #Laura Hale #Derek Hale #Original Hale Character #post-fire #pre-canon #my stuff #my gifs #my fic

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #elizabeth keen #luther braxton #my gifs #2.09 #the script online at Blacklist Declassified is missing the 20 years ago language #but it's there if you watch the scene #which puts the timing Braxton is referring to as 1994 or 1995 #post-fire #related to Belgrade?#belgrade

Hot Legs/ Open

The first explosion she’d mistaken for gun fire. The wave of panic after kept her in place as she looked around to find the source of the issue. She’d never seen a real fire that was not contained before that moment. Those few seconds in shock had almost been her undoing. The blonde thanked God or whatever force was looking out for her that she’d gone for the more expensive costume rather than the polyester. If she had, Dani believed the there was no way that she ever would have been able to get the giant flaming bow separated from her body without her entire dress catching fire. It was hard enough to walk with the tight skirt before the flames had licked up her calf. She whimpered, coughing as she finally made it out of the emergency exit to the outside, almost collapsing in relief as she held onto the streetlamp. She turned to the person closest to her, not caring who they were. “Does this mean that we are safe for now?”

#fairveronastarter #post-fire #halloween18

Clearing the Haze || Open

Once he was out of the building and was able to take a few minutes, gather his wits and check on things, Nic knew he needed to do his job, just like Doctor Drew was doing his, and Alice was doing hers. He pulled out his phone and turned on the recorder, slipping it into his pocket. Thankfully, the EMT’s had a notepad and pen he could borrow as he started making his rounds, taking to people.

“Excuse me, Officer Nic Ricci with the Watch. Can you tell me where you were inside and if you saw or heard anything strange before the alarms?”